When somethin's not right it's wrong.

You don't count the dead, when god's on your side.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.

There's enough songs for people to listen to, if they want to listen to songs. For every man, woman and child on earth, they could be sent, probaby, each of them, a hundred records, and never be repeated. There's enough songs. Unless someone's gonna come along with a pure heart and has something to say. That's a different story.

Chaos is a friend of mine.

You say you're looking for someone who'll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call, a lover your life and nothing more. But it ain't me, babe.